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"Go to your room!"
"But…there are ghost's there…"
"How many times do I have to tell you? There are no such things as ghosts now go!"
"But…I see them, they talk to me…"
"I thought I told you to go!"
"But…Ka-saan-"
"DON'T-" she screamed, and her face was suddenly demented, inhuman, as though she was in as much pain as the little blonde in front of her.
"-CALL ME THAT!"
Tears streamed down her face as the unmerciful slap was delivered. She did not dare make a move to wipe them, but winced when she felt blood trickling down her cheek and mingle with her tears.
"Ka-saan, did you call me, dear?" she shouted.
"I'll hit you again, and again, and again until you learn to keep your mouth shut."
There was a loud SLAP and Anna staggered backwards, hitting the wall hard, and this time she let out a small gasp. She could hear the woman yelling as she closed in and looked down at her where she lay, powerless and defenseless as her own mother towered over the frightened girl. Her dark face illuminated by the candle on the table, was suffused with hatred just as it had been before she had slapped her.
"You dare call me that, darling? It was "we" who kept you alive for all these years, we, you ungrateful little brat. And you'd turn that against us by disobeying my orders, like the filth that you are, would you?"
And she slashed at the child: Anna felt a white-hot, whip-like fist hit her across the face and was slammed backwards into the floor. By now, she felt like something was pulling her to the floor and for a moment all the breath seemed to have gone from her petite body.
"How dare you call me that! I have no daughter, I never had a daughter. All I see is a demon…a monster."
Hearing those words ripped her heart in two but words where never spoken from her. The poor child was frozen to the spot, her fear controlling every move of her delicate body. Her tiny figure shook which caused the tears to drop on the floor ever so slightly.
The woman turned to glare at her daughter with rage; her teeth were bared emitting a low snarl, her hands were balled into a fist, and her eyes showed deep hatred beyond comprehension.
Something crimson slid down her fist, something that looked horribly like… blood.
"I thought I told you to go to your room! GO!"
Little Anna didn't dare wait for another order and nearly tripped over her feet as she ran towards her room from her mother.
Being the young toddler that she is, she did not understand why they did this. It's always been the same…Every single day she ended up with fainting from lack of either nourishment or energy.
Her life was nothing but anguish and suffering, but what really hurt her was the fact that her parents could not or would not love her for who she was. They would never accept her, for she wasn't any ordinary little girl. No, she was an Itako.
And a very powerful one at that, but she had not yet discovered the secrets which could change her life forever…
The three of them were currently living in the south of Aomori in a village. However, the location did not help, for the house they lived in was haunted by spirits' who could forget, but not forgive. Most of them were victims of murder or a suicide and frightened the youngling.
The anguish of not having understanding parents shredded her soul; ordinary humans could not see the deceased spirit's. They didn't care, they couldn't. After all, who would care about a small useless little weakling like her?
They had no purpose, none at all; except to remember. Remember the cruelty of their past that had led them to darkness and death. Everything in life has its reasons; we just cannot see why it happens to us. Why does it? What is the point of this pain?
Anna was afraid of them, and even though they couldn't hurt her physically, their mere presence gave her a chilly atmosphere in her room. Those nightmares that haunted her were partly from them, evil spirits truly frightened her.
It was a disgrace. They hated their own flesh and blood, their daughter. Hatred leads you to the path of rage and savagery; but there is a cure for every wound. A single drop of magic, a miracle betides.
Small pants escaped from her lips as she half-limped half ran down the hallway towards her room. The bleeding scars on her bony legs made it very difficult for her to walk, let alone run but she ignored the excruciating agony.
She could barely reach the handle because of her shortness but her small hands grasped the doorknob and threw open the door. She closed the door with huge effort and stood there pondering.
A small moan made her head snap up. Her heart missed a beat.
It was one of the ghost's that was murdered. Her name was Siena but her name meant nothing to her. Her life ended that day. It is ironic because that day happened to be their anniversary. Just the two of them.
She had prepared everything and had worked to the fullest to please her husband. All she had needed was one more thing. Her husband. And he did come.
All she could remember was his leering face and then…coldness. He had shot her.
Now she does not rest and does everything to cause misery to others. Her life was perfect, but in this world, there is no such thing as perfect.
Siena looked like an every-day 30-year-old women. She had short red hair and wore a white formal dress for the occasion that was supposed to end up in tears of joy; but in the eyes of the impure crimson could be seen.
Her once fair complexion was covered in blood from the bullet shot from her husband that betrayed her. Now she is a black rose; withered and hurt.
"He did this..."
Anna was deathly white from fright by now; but she made no motion to move away from the bony hand that was slowly reaching towards her. She was beyond horrified.
"He was the one…it was him…"
Her semi-transparent hand made contact and Anna yelped. It was beyond anything she had ever felt. Her tiny arm felt like thousands of icicles were stabbing her without mercy.
"S-stop! Please d-don't! What d-do you w-want?"
She jumped back from the redhead holding her arm. The older woman did not respond, but continued to glide towards the shaking child.
"I loved him beyond anything…yet he destroyed me…" Her eyes were of focus and that made her look even more mad.
"D-don't come n-near me. Please s-stay away…n-no…"
Anna kept backing away from the ghost but that made no difference; in fact, it made her even more determined to come contact with the child's skin.
"Never…I'd never hurt him…never…"
She couldn't take this. The young Itako threw open her door and fled towards the attic; there wasn't a living creature that occupied it; not dead or alive.
Once she was safely inside the cramped place, she collapsed onto the dusty floor and sobbed.
"Why? Why can't they see them? Ka-saan and Tou-saan won't listen to me, they hate me…they all hate me…why?"
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Author's Note: Ok I confess, I'm not a vegetarian….Wait. Wrong confession. blushes Okay, where was I? Oh, right, um... Fine, I admit that I completely screwed up this chapter. I don't know what's wrong with me! I'm sorry for the grammar mistakes ((( If there are any))) Plus, I ruined it with my lousy writing skills! TT.TT This really sucks…